It always takes me a few days to recover from a week like last week. It was very close to sixty five hours before I wrote even a word. While I write every day, blogging takes a bit more focused and dedicated effort than I usually have in me when I've been burning the candle at both ends like this. I'm lucky if I get a crappy page of crap written on fiction, of which perhaps one decent sentence might actually survive my first revision. That and some e-mails and a few disjointed thoughts on my Facebook page.
The big news this month is that I'm going to be moving soon. Well, "moving out" really. Which is probably going to be great for all my writing in the long run, but is stressing me the fuck out right now and causing all kinds of life interference that makes a regular writing schedule really hard. So once again most of my best posts for the month had a decidedly personal tinge to them, even if I'm trying redonkulously hard to work some kind of broader point instead of just subjecting you all to a journal.
So here are the posts that will go on to fame and glory in The Best of W.A.W.
Tumors and Teammates
The Dirt Under All Our Fingernails
Don't Make It So Damned Hard